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Showing posts with label van art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label van art. Show all posts
Monday, January 7, 2008
Trick Out Your Hoopty
Thursday, December 13, 2007
The Revelation will be “Graphically Intensive”
One night a week, the Reverend Jack Van Impe appears on your TV to reveal that the news headlines read by his wife, Rexella, prove the imminent arrival of Christ Jesus. Citing endless bible verses from memory that forecast current events, he shows - with an air of irrefutable certainty - that the Anti-Christ will ascend from out of the European Union, Russia will attack Israel, and then in 2012 He will arrive . . . or something like that. Unlike the meth-fueled hypocrisy of Pastor Ted Haggard or the grinning condescension of Pat Robertson, the sincerity of Van Impe is beyond doubt.
His website has a gallery of paintings that imagine the Revelation, and they seem to come not from either a high art tradition of depicting key biblical scenes or a Hallmark "shimmering angels of light" style, but from van art of the '70s, as if William Blake airbrushed an old Econo-line . . . . (And those of you who have yet to get your comics this week should look at the current issue of Ghost Rider for art that looks a lot like these paintings. )
link to JVIM gallery
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
VII: The Crypto Animadversion of Hercules
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the dark gods of cronkite plunged the omniverse into peril. the holoswine lore of a necromancer, an obsidian sit-in, star grid of the gravity stilts, malfunctioning secretly soldered by doctor saturnine, the coordinates locked for damp, sopping dwelling under the spell of the sob pastors, the wrecked rectors. fried egg in the sky divide, twinkles shed in the shellac bear down cataclysms of an eyeglass hillwise, clasps and tousled, domino bed in stream. the vortext orb ancients quaking nebulas and the theban ion chamber, taint lords bequeathed, solar metadroids, microthetan mitosis of moons, the hexahedron craft patrol blood rite, web limbed interlopers of serpents who utter doom quandaries, tectonic ruptures, idol temple of tempests, cactus maps, thrones of thrombosis. the scroll prophecy foretold, swift as clovers and cauldrons in a fortnight, a reap of coroner crutches and tomb teats. over the spent suns of the molten armada in atomic broccoli, seas of carrion tell of the odin omens that succor. stone abominations, reptiles scuffling for amethysts, scimitars drawn.
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jets of flushes spiriting the daubs through pipes, a vast lattice of slashes and hurls and curses all handled away, some metropolis of waste inside your gut, as well, such partings, a softer network. the gurglings and exchanges, here a continent of the incontinent. stools and squats at the head, movements, dear diarrhea. all the drips. here were hallways that bled floors of raging flagellates, polyps gripping archways, porticos writhing worms, fistulas. all coiled upon itself, a maze in your belly, some rope pretzelled there, tubing bundled, goo shooting through, lengths tagged by a spray canner, the gamble of craps, the dread of squirts, the mock of logs, the down of dumps. a monorail folded, a milieu of filth pipelines with a rust sheen, girders cupping the spaghetti, tangled lassoes in your lap, the intestine horizon, muck under the stomach, reciprocity of the city and the tummy, riddle of the mobile grout, bowels below. the thronesman locale TPed, pubic fountains, gush periods, gazebos of excreta, fecal streets, urinal principalities, johns in pee pee teepees, thoroughfares of droppings, promenades of poop decks, laying of cables, scaffolds of crap, shit bricks and doo hickeys.
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in the era 9 after the metalunarian pickle wars the dungeon planet smore was the flashpoint for the taser fire of the hemoglobins. the manifesto of the portacoup: emergence of the piltdown metastasis, immediate mass flatulence, skyscraper as taffy, high rise as node of cosmic potlatch, form follows fallow. we are "for" an omniquorum. tarps transient, pillbox prefabs, motorized balconies, flying buttresses, buttresses that shamble, cantilevered dont's, neon tires, plazas cobbled from teeth and calculus, the use of odors as a tectonic moor, doors which under no circumstances could even be knocked, holograms of hydrants, quadrants of atoms, blocks and blocks of furnace igloo chimneys, tenements of enemas. in bots you eye on a scope, gas stairs, water walls, cloud floors, a moratorium on state subsidized breathing, smashing the tyranny of what has been falsely termed by the powers that be as "breathing," general lung strike. like tendrils and cranes, jackhammer mileage of ducts and wet piping, safe housing of silos, locks and dams gushing, swarms spreading the caulking over the darting, standing like spigots, a drain in the floor. azimuth, dragoon of the nordic trak, whose eel chalice of lamentation portends eclipse, whose 15-sided die rolls the mighty obviator, toadstool of the bog, talisman of incarnate fracture.
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the dark gods of cronkite plunged the omniverse into peril. the holoswine lore of a necromancer, an obsidian sit-in, star grid of the gravity stilts, malfunctioning secretly soldered by doctor saturnine, the coordinates locked for damp, sopping dwelling under the spell of the sob pastors, the wrecked rectors. fried egg in the sky divide, twinkles shed in the shellac bear down cataclysms of an eyeglass hillwise, clasps and tousled, domino bed in stream. the vortext orb ancients quaking nebulas and the theban ion chamber, taint lords bequeathed, solar metadroids, microthetan mitosis of moons, the hexahedron craft patrol blood rite, web limbed interlopers of serpents who utter doom quandaries, tectonic ruptures, idol temple of tempests, cactus maps, thrones of thrombosis. the scroll prophecy foretold, swift as clovers and cauldrons in a fortnight, a reap of coroner crutches and tomb teats. over the spent suns of the molten armada in atomic broccoli, seas of carrion tell of the odin omens that succor. stone abominations, reptiles scuffling for amethysts, scimitars drawn.
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jets of flushes spiriting the daubs through pipes, a vast lattice of slashes and hurls and curses all handled away, some metropolis of waste inside your gut, as well, such partings, a softer network. the gurglings and exchanges, here a continent of the incontinent. stools and squats at the head, movements, dear diarrhea. all the drips. here were hallways that bled floors of raging flagellates, polyps gripping archways, porticos writhing worms, fistulas. all coiled upon itself, a maze in your belly, some rope pretzelled there, tubing bundled, goo shooting through, lengths tagged by a spray canner, the gamble of craps, the dread of squirts, the mock of logs, the down of dumps. a monorail folded, a milieu of filth pipelines with a rust sheen, girders cupping the spaghetti, tangled lassoes in your lap, the intestine horizon, muck under the stomach, reciprocity of the city and the tummy, riddle of the mobile grout, bowels below. the thronesman locale TPed, pubic fountains, gush periods, gazebos of excreta, fecal streets, urinal principalities, johns in pee pee teepees, thoroughfares of droppings, promenades of poop decks, laying of cables, scaffolds of crap, shit bricks and doo hickeys.
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